Sometimes, I wonder things....like, why some people still visit my pages...why a small part of me still wants to talk to her even though the rest of me would rather do a belly-flop onto a bed of nails.

I wonder why a part of me still does want to be manogmous.

I wonder why I'm seeing two girls right now.

I wonder why the one who says she doesn't care does.

I wonder if I love her, or just want to.

I wonder if she is reading this. I wonder what she thinks of me now. I wonder what she's up to now....but only because I'm involved.

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I've been cleaning my circle of friends since I've gotten here - cutting myself off from some of the people I'd rather not deal with any more. I might miss some of them, but I think it's for the best.

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A little something I'm workin on:




And, here it is

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It's back.

And badder then ever.



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gmail contest is still ongoing

I was at the launch today. If you don't know what SpaceShipOne is, you have some work ahead of you. Basicly, the first private space launch. But there's more to it then that.

While I very well could talk about some of the serious conciquences of commercial space flight, or the more than 400 pictures I took while there, I'll get to that later.

What I want to talk about is something that has been one of the uses of most emergening technologies recently. Porn. I had a rather inreresting discussion with a few people I met at the launch concerning zero-g sex, as well as space porn.

What I want to ask you is: If you could have sex in space, how would you do it? Discribe in graphic detail.

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